Immigration Nation is ready to party.

This is Lupe and Marie. Their father is an undocumented worker that swims across the river to work in the U.S. to buy them shoes.

Dear ancestors of immigrants (as all of us in the land of the free are),

Thanks for coming. Gracias por venir. Hanksthay orfay omingcay. (Is that how you speak pig latin?) I don't know any other languages. I apologize. Anyway, welcome. This blog will chronicle the recent happenings/events/stories/whatever I feel like surrounding the immigration debate that is now going on in America. It will also probably include personal accounts of my own adventures in Mexico and why I feel like we should all take immigration personally. I'm not promising to be unbiased, although I will always attempt to present unbiased information, statistics and so forth. However, I'm an opinionated little firecracker, as my family will tell you, so it may get hot in here. I'm passionate about immigration and the need for comprehensive immigration reform, and I hope to dispel the enormous amount of myths surrounding immigration that are circulating around this country. I'm sorry if its not entertaining. Hopefully it will be informative. If not either of those things, maybe it will at least serve to remind us of the urgent need to discuss immigration and immigration reform, and be informed on the issues. If we don't care, no one will. Rosa Parks refused to get up. Let's refuse to give up.

I'd love to begin with my most favorite quote and life motto from my mentor and all time favorite philosopher, Dr. Seuss. In one of my all time favorite books he says "A person's a person, no matter how small." I believe that with my all my bones and my heart too. I hate hearing people talk about immigration and immigrants as though they are subhuman, a plague taking over our nation. Regardless of how you feel about immigration or undocumented workers or whoever, I hope we always remember we are talking about people. Human beings. People with hearts and bones and feelings and the need for food and shoes. Some of them have children. They cry like us. They love like us. They have needs like us. I hope no matter how you feel about immigration policy, you always remember that. And I hope even if you never read this blog again, you remember to treat everyone like a person, even if you believe they are stealing your jobs or ruining our economy. Even if they don't speak your language. They are mothers and grandmothers and fathers and cousins. Immigrants are people too. Spread the word.